One of my goals for 2021 is to mark the release of my first book, “Peanut Butter and Dragon Wings: a mother’s search for grace.” Telling you a few things you don’t know about it should be easy – I haven’t told you much.
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
Confession: I promised myself I’d never go back on WIC again – Women, Infants, and Children food and nutrition service. I used the program once before, for a foster son with special needs who lived entirely on Pediasure. He drank $10-$15 a day, and neither we nor his birth mother, to whom he was returning, […]
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
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I needed some focus points for the coming year, to hang my hat and hopes on, and give me something to keep getting out of bed for. You too?
I miss the face of a little child leaning over a birthday cake, blowing out all the candles, and no one seeing the germs.
The Christ child has been invited to tea parties, where he enjoyed raisins and pretzels and little chocolate cakes.
Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.